Since October 2009...(see blog back then)

I went back to HAWORTH, the Victorian Pearl, that small town where time does not exist...I went back to feel it again, to walk in the footsteps of the Bronte sisters and to resolve the mystery once and for all. 

I received the answer 

The mystery is not meant to be solved

It is meant to stay a riddle

to be a puzzle for eternity 

The misty Haworth streets are a silent witness to that;

greeting me at my comeback, as if it was that October again

and not ten months into the 'future'......

Oh, how I felt! Like Jane Eyre loving her Mr. Rochester

I was holding hands with my Beloved

without words and only our hearts were speaking

strolling through those quiet streets

The magic will never leave me 

I am touched forever 

The Victorian houses whispered

The cobbles followed my footsteps

The wind caressing me softly was a Nineteenth century breath

that lasts till this day. 

 (Bronte street, Haworth)